User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/The Red Mist RPG (Rebooted)/@comment-4677325-20190616060212/@comment-4677325-20190624051158

The shrew was quick to help Dowdl up to his footpaws before he winced slightly, his face contorted in a pained grimace as he leaned heavily against the tree, trying to control his heavy and panted breathing. "One o' my mates was stricken with th' illness! 'E's tryin' to kill me!" His gaze shot back fearfully in the direction of the river as the sound of somebeast splashing haphazardly into the calm waters could be heard.